The Most Precious of all Gifts

My Blessing from God

What a Handsome Happy Baby
My Blessing from God
Dustin 7-10 yrs old
Proud Grandma
Dustin and Tiffany Teenagers
My Beautiful Daughter Tiffany
Dustin and Me
Dustin and his Dad
The Few the Proud the Marines
Eye of the Tiger
Christmas's Early Year

A mother holds her childrens' hands for awhile, but their hearts forever



By Marcia Updyke



Memories are like rain showers

Sprinkling down upon you

Catching you unaware.

And then they are gone,

Leaving you warm and refreshed.


Memories are like thunderstorms

Beating down upon you,

Relentless in their downpour.

And then they will cease,

Leaving you tired and bruised.


Memories are like shadows

Sneaking up behind you,

Following you around.

Then they disappear.

Leaving you sad and confused.


Memories are like comforters

Surrounding you with warmth,

Luxuriously abundant.

And sometimes they stay,

Wrapping you in contentment.

These little hands can wave hello

or put smudges on the wall.

They can fold in prayer, throw a kiss

or reach up when I say, "so tall."


They will clasp your hand for an Autumn stroll

Or shape a dinosaur from clay.

But most of all, they will stay

with you when I'm grown and far away. 

~~~ Unknown~~~




Love is patient,

Love is kind.

It bears all things,

Believes all things,

Hopes all things,

Endures all things.

Love never fails.

1 Corinthians 13:4,7,8